Vivian: Hilary, you were doing so well at the art gallery.
Hilary: Yeah, but, Mom, it's not really a cool job. I mean, when I was a little girl, I always had this dream that when I grew up, I'd have a glamorous job in a glamorous office. And I'd go to parties and people would ask what I did and I'd tell them. And then I'd imagine them turning pea-green with envy and blurting out: "You are so lucky," and walking away eaten up inside because I had a fabulous job and they didn't.
Carlton: They say Gandhi had a very similar childhood dream.

Jazz: Hey, beautiful. [Hilary swats Jazz with a magazine] I love a woman with good reflexes. Makes me crazy.
Hilary: Get out.
Jazz: Your mouth is saying "get out," but your eyes are saying "get busy."
Hilary: Daddy.
Will: Bup, bup. That's not going to work this time, Hil, darling. See, Uncle Phil went to the supermarket, so he's going to be gone for at least a week.
Hilary: Mom.
Will: [laughs] She went with him.
Hilary: Geoffrey.
Jazz: Ooh.
Geoffrey: Yes, Miss Hilary?
Hilary: You know the drill.
Jazz: Uh-oh.
[Geoffrey throws Jazz out of the house]

Hilary: Starting tomorrow, I'm going to be the personal assistant to Marissa Redman.
Ashley: The movie star?
Carlton: Wow, she's really big.
Will: What? She ain't do nothing good in years.
Hilary: That's not true. She's one of the most famous actresses in Hollywood. She won an Oscar.
Will: Nominated.
Hilary: And she was in one of the top 10 movies of all time.
Will: Eight years ago.
Hilary: And she needs a new assistant because she just got back from a well-deserved year off.
Will: Nose job.
Hilary: How did you know all of that?
Will: I have an inquiring mind.